For your eyes,
what shall i say,
except, that if emeralds were to ever exist in brown,
then they surely had only one way.
and that is as your eyes,
see, how beautifully beneath your eyelids, they lay.
they widen they squeeze,
and are sure to enchant one, when they come to play.
indeed, deep they are as ocean,
where memories float and emotions sway.
i see your eyes and then see nothing,
'coz i get lost, in the thousand things they convey.
well, i might not fall short of adjectives for them,
even if i speak for night and day.
but that, to see them sparkle for me, for once,
is all i wish, and to god, i pray.
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